Wednesday, October 11, 2017

New Release!!! Koivu by Laurie Olerich Author

Demons After Dark

Introducing the Demons after Dark series! It's a hot paranormal romance featuring unlikely alpha heroes who will make you laugh, cry, and swoon. Known as Trinity demons, this band of brothers was stripped of their powers and violently exiled from Hell. Forced to live as humans they're left with no power and no weapons while a secret society quietly plots Lucifer's demise. For these big, bad demons, adjusting to life as humans, is, well, harder than Hell!

Koivu

Demons After Dark Book 3

by

Laurie Olerich

Former Hell’s Fury champion, Koivu, is desperate to return to Hell to reclaim his title and stolen life. As an extreme athlete, he had fame, glory, and more pleasure than he probably deserved. He was a freakin’ rock star! Being exiled in a broken human body is his worst nightmare. Stripped of his powers and unable to fight, he’s consumed by frustration, counting the seconds until he can go home. His future looks bleak until he meets a sexy, soft-hearted physical therapist who heals much more than his shoulder.

Physical therapist Micki Glass knows something about damaged people. She’s been struggling to get over her ex for three long years when this crazy man crashes into her life. He’s crude and intense but irresistibly charming. With his feral eyes and sexy smile, Koivu takes her on a sensual joyride that makes her feel like a woman again. As their affair heats up, she craves him like oxygen until she discovers what he really is. With more than her heart on the line, can she accept his past and love him for who he is now?

The day of reckoning is looming closer and the sacrifices have begun. Can Koivu stop the murders, find the rest of the Trinity, and convince the woman he loves to give him another chance?

Warning!!!

This story contains intensely hot sex, an irresistibly-damaged hero, and a damsel with a steel backbone. Have a box of tissues handy. The author takes no responsibility for missed work or grouchiness from lack of sleep.

Excerpt:

Still not smiling, she approached him with a light step. “Raincheck on sex?” She linked her fingers with his and laid her head on his shoulder. His arms automatically went around her slender back, tucking her closer. She shifted her position between his legs and relaxed against him. “God, I’m exhausted. I could sleep for days.”

Her hair smelled like coconut. He breathed her scent and tightened his hold. Her fragile human heart beat against his chest. He liked the feel of it . . . of her . . . maybe a little more than he should. If he thought she could be serious about him, he’d leave her alone. Hell, he’d run in the other direction. She was too good for him. There was no way she’d ever consider him seriously. She was the marriage and babies type. Her heart was too big for him, but that was okay. She was only using him for sex. She might not realize it, but her choosing him was a big fuck you to her ex. It wasn’t a big deal. Everyone used sex to forget. He was more than happy to help her out.

Excerpt:

The Brooklyn Bridge was nearly deserted at 0400 hours on a Sunday morning. Only crazy people would be out on a cold, dark day. Koivu shrugged more deeply into his jacket and turned his face away from the odor of dried blood. The East River gleamed dully, barely reflecting the handful of lights visible in nearby buildings. A lone ghostly boat pushed a string of barges beneath him. He automatically calculated the distance from the sidewalk to the barge below. Once upon a time, in his demon form, he would've jumped for the fun of it.

Now? His fragile human body wouldn't survive without broken bones or worse. Thanks to Lucifer, his shoulder was perfect again. He was unbelievably healthy now. His physical body was practically flowing with stamina. True to his word, the mighty archangel gave them precisely five minutes, and performed more than a few miracles in that time. Sighing with gratitude, he pulled his thoughts back to the tat on his hand. Lucifer's touch had done something to it.

Close your eyes. This is going to hurt like a bitch.

Truer words had never been spoken. The devil's flame burned hotter than Hell itself. The hellfire now filled more than the magical ink shaped into a trinity knot. Had Lucifer done it on purpose? Had he known what his touch would do to his exiled demons? Or, was it just a happy side effect of breaking the tracking connection? Impetuous archangels! Did any of them think before they acted? He rubbed at the ink again and smiled grimly at the faint red glimmer that flashed with his sudden anger. The glimmer was a problem. So were his eyes. Damn it.